“Get down from there right this second, you headache of a person!” Jen exclaimed firmly with extra annoyance, to hide the growing fear that Luke would actually jump. Luke did not budge, standing right at the edge tears visibly fell down his cheeks into the abyss that was the garden.

“It’s all because of you! You destroyed me! You hurt me! Do you understand that? You hurt me. You hurt me, you hurt…” and the sobbing cut him off. Jen was in shock, maybe that’s why her cheeks were dry, and eyes even dryer.

“For fucks sake, Luke! You are being ridiculous! How could have I know this will hurt you so bad? We’ve been separated for months, I get date and sleep with whoever I want!” Her voice cracking, but not from emotion, but rather from all the screaming to be heard. Luke drowned his face in his two palms, staying there for a minute and then gliding them up into his curly hair. He started squatting down on the thing edge. Jen shrieked. “Stop it!”

“Oh shut up, stop pretending you care. All you’re worried about is feeling guilty and feeling marked by this, I hope that will be the case!” He continues squatting down, but it was to seat himself down on the edge, feet hanging. Did that look safer? Maybe a bit. Did that look like he is no longer thinking of jumping? Who the fuck knows! Exasperation flooded the air, Jen collapsed on the grass with her bum.

“What do you want from me?” Jen whispers, not caring that Luke can’t hear, the phrase goes on a loop. She grabs her phone out of her back pocket and dials 911 with her shaking finger. She sends up one last glare, gets up, brushes herself off, turns around and starts walking away. Luke was watching her in disbelief, he expected a different reaction, he wanted her to cry, to beg, but that bitch didn’t do it.

“Hey! Hey, where are you going? I am going to fucking jump! I am jumping!” He screamed to her back, but it only appeared smaller and further away.